I’m pissed off.  L’Oreal discontinued my frickin’ hair gel, and yes I know there are big things going on in the world which warrant my attention.  Blah.  Blah.  Let me tell you, Stephanie without good hair product is not a good time.  Phil got so tired of listening to me bitch about it, he went out with the slam of a door.  Yet, to my delight, he returned with a diverse assortment of hair gels for me to sample.   I have tried Oudiad’s Climate Control and Tres FX.  No good anymore; I don’t know why.  DevaCurl AnGell.  Citre Shine Curl.  NO!  What I need is a thin slippery hair gel, something that feels slimy.  L’Oreal’s Anti Frizz Gel was perfection.  I need help.  Yes, I know, in more ways than one.  Though got2b curl-vacious shimmer curl gel seemed to be okay.  I’m still undecided.

Is it wrong of me to want to go get spray tanned today?  I’m undecided there, too.  It’s gloomy out, and I need a lift somehow.  A tan, some blue contacts, maybe even a wig.  I’d just like to leave the skin I’m in for a day or two, just a vacation from me.  I had a dream last night that I dyed my hair black (something I would never dream of doing)… yet I did dream it.  I guess while I love being me, sometimes I wish I could be someone else.  I suppose it’s why I like the movies so much.  Speaking of which, when I have a house, it’s going to have one soundproof room (probably in a basement) that I will have converted into a movie theatre with vibrating reclining seats, sync’ed to the sound system, so you feel what’s happening. I’ll have a closet filled with movie theatre snacks.  The real issue will be replicating the nasty loveliness that is the hot nacho cheese muck.  Now that’s a dream.  Screw it, while I’m daydreaming: I’d also like an island in my kitchen with a bread/plate warming drawer.  I’d like the property of my home to have some element of water (aside from a pool).  A steaming shower with turquoise blue tiles, so I’ll always look tan and feel as if I’m at a spa.  Cucumber water.  An insanely large tub I can point my toes in. 

Okay, day’s activities: Write for 4 hours.  Take a bath.  Spray tan (I’ll never make the time, who am I kidding?)  Meet Kimberlee for coffee.  Sit in dark theatre eating nachos.  The wig and contacts will have an outing on another day.  I hear Halloween is approaching, my favorite time of year to wig out.